PC CATCHALL WITH NERO

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[Nero's gaze lands on the pile of shards as he goes still.]

... Sometimes you gotta take the bitter with the sweet.

[Or you throw the entire relationship far, far away and pretend it didn't exist. Don't have to acknowledge the bitter or the sweet if it simply never existed.]

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[He's silent for a moment.]

What happened to your...."Brad"?

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He's not mine.

[How could he ever say that with what Nero did?]

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...Were you his?

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...

[He looks away.

A long time ago, he would've said yes with no hesitation.

It's funny what 100 years can do.]

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[He reaches up a hand to brush through his hair, oddly pensive.]

What happened, Mr. Turner...? Did he betray you?

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[ It's odd, the way that question makes him bristle. How could anybody accuse Brad of that? ]

It doesn't have anything to do with ya.

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[Ah, he bristles. So not that.]

Is he another wizard?

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[ ...

He starts trying to leave. ]

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[Sorry, he's striding up to catch him by the shoulder.]

Running away from one's problems is no way to deal with them, my dear fellow. And I know that from experience.

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[Maybe he doesn't want to deal with them! Running away works great if your response to situations is to never see them again!

Nero shrugs his hand off.]

I didn't ask for advice.

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It's not advice. It's me telling you to stay.

[And he glances away.]

...Do you want to get a drink, Mr. Turner?

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[It would be nice to drink it away.

There's a long pause, but eventually he nods.]

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I have some liquor I procured earlier. Let us find a place to sit.

[GET! DRUNK! TIME]

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[He'll head whichever direction Sholmes starts going.]

Where'd you find it?

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Around! I've been breaking into houses and the like. You can always find good things to....well, borrow.

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[snorts]

Really gonna put that back when you're done with it?

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No! Not at all. Finder's keepers!

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[I mean.

Same.

There's a slight smirk.]

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[Tilting his head with a smile of his own.]

I suppose I'm not the only one well-versed in the art of larceny.

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[His profile is a mess.]

Comes in handy.

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It indeed does.

[Hmm.]

What's the best thing you've stolen, my dear fellow?

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That's probably... the Good Luck Ring.

YELLING AT THE GAG TAG

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That sounds like quite the artifact. And what may that be?

IF ONLY

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You can kinda think of it as a savin' grace for social outcasts. The magic on it protects the wearer no matter when or where. It won't let its owner die.

[Here Nero is, once again repeating his words.]